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Shayne’s not looking for anything serious, just something extraordinary. He finds it, in the ‘shape’ of a man called Leon.

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Leon lifted and carried Shayne to the bed before he could cry out in either surprise or horror. The man moved with catlike stealth when he wanted to and Shayne no sooner stepped out of the last of his clothes than muscle surrounded him. He expected Leon to fling him onto the bed but, instead, the big man laid him down with surprising gentleness. He lay back, silent, waiting for whatever other strange things would unfold this night.

“You are beautiful,” Leon said, though he made the statement sound more quizzical than complimentary. Those large fingers fiddled with Shayne’s dark curls, petting, patting, as though Shayne were some kept creature. “Your scent is sweet even when your fear eases.”

“I didn’t think fear would have a sweet scent.”

“It doesn’t. Not exactly. It’s sour, but to a predator what it means is sweet.”

“And what does it mean?” Shayne became aware of his pulse jumping in his neck. The fear eased back but the anxiety never left him completely, as though it couldn’t.

“It means that you are victim to my desires.”

Shayne knew Leon was about to dip his head and kiss that jumping pulse even before the man leaned in towards him. Leon did more than he expected though. He took the flesh there in his teeth, and licked the skin. Shayne cried out, his spine bowing, his hands rising instinctively to push Leon away and encountered…solid muscle. He pushed and nothing happened except that tongue licked again. Leon feasted, and Shayne, aware that this man could rip out his throat, writhed under him as the feeling edged into pain. The pain never quite became unbearable. The pain became something other, something he didn’t know how to endure yet he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted the sensation to stop. He wanted something to change because Shayne knew now, even if Leon hadn’t decided, that he would get his wish. Whatever the morning brought with it, tonight Shayne was going to get laid. If the man kept biting him like this though, he would bruise.

Again, his conflicting emotions assaulted him. On the one hand, he loved this, but he’d loved things such as this before and look where they led him?always to the wrong type of pain.

When Leon drew back, the man uttered one word, “Delicious.”

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